Do not measure zany,
yourself. When did you become
your pedagogue?

Around the city I am
planting the roses?
against the wishes of land mines.

Haunted by a survivalism,
somewhere the smoke
was rising. But I wanted?

to leave the fragrance
for you? and you will not
wait for the ghosts to tell,

who was the visitor. You
will not know my future and
I will not know your past.